


Talk Human To Me

by idkdestiel



Category: Supernatural
Genre: And how to have sex, Bottom Dean, Dean Teaches Castiel to be Human, Destiel - Freeform, Human Castiel, M/M, Top Cas
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2014-07-02
Updated: 2014-07-02
Packaged: 2018-02-05 23:06:06
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,459
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1835506
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/idkdestiel/pseuds/idkdestiel
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Castiel lives with Sam and Dean at the bunker after his fall. But being human is complicated and Dean has to help Castiel...whether he likes it or not.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Talk Human To Me

"Dean, I'm hungry."  
  
"Again, Cas? Christ, this is the third time you're hungry and it's not even been an hour." Dean shakes his head and crosses his arms. "Go ask Sammy, I'm busy here."  
  
"But Sam's in the bathroom," Castiel insists. "Well, then just wait for him." He takes another book from the shelf and thumbs through it. Somewhere in here has to be information about these fucking knights of hell. Cas pads away and towards the bathroom, looking confused as always.  
  
Dean sighs and goes back to work.  
  
A loud yell startles him about a minute later. "Jesus fucking Christ, Cas, get out!"  
  
 _Oh no.  
  
_ Dean can hear the spray of the shower running and then Castiel mumbling something. A confused-looking Castiel returns to his place next to Dean and stares down at the table, furrowing his brows.   
  
"What you do, man?"  
  
"I waited for Sam, Dean. Just like you told me," Castiel says, turning his head to glare at Dean. "And where exactly did you wait?"  
  
"In the bathroom," Castiel answers sternly.  
  
"In the - You waited _in_ the bathroom? Not, like, in front of the door or something?" It's really hard not to laugh about Cas' awkwardness. "Yes, Dean."  
  
The serious tone of his voice and the look of reproach make Dean chuckle. "Alright, Cas. First, don't do that again. Second, I'll make you something to eat."  
  
Still grinning, Dean searches the kitchen for something he could quickly heat up. But since both him and Sam have been too lazy to buy any groceries, all he finds are two buns and hamburgers. "I can help you, Dean," a voice behind him suggests and Dean flinches. "Shit, Cas, don't sneak up behind me like that!"  
  
"My apologies, Dean." He takes a few steps back. Dean will have to teach him about personal space really soon before something like the bathroom incident happens again.  
  
"Hamburgers okay?" Dean asks, even though he already knows the answer.  
  
Castiel's blue eyes go wide and a shy smile appears on his face. "Oh, yes, Dean," he nods and fixes his gaze on the buns in Dean's hand, nearly salivating.  
  
"Easy there Cas, or you're gonna come in your pants."  
  
Dean can't help but laugh about his enthusiam about fucking  _burgers._ "I don't understand, Dean," Castiel admits, serious like a goddamn lawyer.  
  
But Dean honestly doesn't want to explain himself.  
  
"Cas, could you, uh, just fill two glasses with water?" he asks instead. Nodding dutifully, Castiel pours water in his and Dean's glass.   
  
After a few minutes of telling Cas to _back off and keep yourself busy with something already_ , Dean turns off the oven and takes out the burgers. They may not be perfect, but hopefully will suffice.  
  
"Thank you, Dean."  
  
Dean has to confess that he likes the way his name sounds when it rolls from Cas' tongue over his lips. "Sammy's gonna check on you later."  
  
"Aren't you going to eat? You know, since I'm human as well, I understand now how important it is to provide your body with enough calories, vitamines and proteins throughout the day, Dean."  
  
The corners of Dean's mouth quirk up automatically.  
  
"Sure, Cas, talk human to me."  
  
Castiel draws his eyebrows together and tilts his head ever so slightly, his lips puckered. Before he can comment on how human he is, Dean places a hand on Cas' shoulder and pushes him down on a chair. "Sit, eat, drink a beer. That's what humans do."  
  
Without any further arguing, Castiel starts munching his burger. "Good?" Dean wants to know, already heading towards the door to do some more research.  
  
Cas moans loudly behind his back and Dean freezes.  
  
"So, so good, Dean," Castiel mumbles, still chewing on his burger and making distracting noises of pleasure and happiness. Dean wishes he'd just given him crackers.  
  
Mesmerized, Dean watches Cas' adam's apple bob as he swallows bite after bite. After finishing the first burger, Castiel points at the second one. "Dean, can I?" And the only thing Dean can do is nod and stare at Cas while he starts fucking moaning again. Christ, it's just a burger after all!  
  
Dean can't remember anyone who's ever eaten that passionately.  
  
"I'll be back," he mumbles as he catches himself staring at Cas' lips, slick from saliva. Dean rushes out of the kitchen to find Sam.   
  
Sam is sitting at the table, with his laptop in front of him and drinking this weird herbal tea.  
  
"Sam, could you look after Cas for a while? He might set the kitchen on fire." Sam rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his wet hair. "Why don't you?"  
  
"Ahh, yeah, look, I was gonna do some research. Please, Sammy?" He keeps quiet about how Cas' way of eating had effected him, though.  
  
"Rock, Paper, Scissors," Sam recommends. And he does it because it's usually Dean who loses. Growling a little, Dean agrees.  
  
Dean chooses scissors.  
  
"Oh, Dean, always picking scissors!" Sam laughs and shakes his head, lifting his fist slightly to show Dean he had won. "Alright, alright," Dean grumbles, "but please Sam? Just five minutes until he's done eating."  
  
"Only if you stop watching your anime porn without earphones."  
  
Rolling his eyes, Dean nods and waves Sam off. His bastard of a brother enters the kitchen and sits across from Cas, Dean can see that. "Sorry, Sam," he can hear Castiel saying.  
  
"Don't worry about it, man. Your people skills are just a little rusty, but you've heard that before."  
  
 _Well, his moaning skills definitely aren't.  
  
_ Sam returns just as Dean finally had delved into the ancient book again. "Cas is done eating. You can look after him until tomorrow." His little brother gives him a playful slap on the shoulder and a funny look.  
  
Muttering curses under his breath, Dean strolls back to the kitchen, where Castiel's still sitting on his chair. The now human angel sucks on his pointer finger to get off the last crumbs and hums a little.  
  
 _Christ, help me.  
  
_ "Is getting tired a side-effect of eating or vice versa, Dean?" Castiel wonders as he yawns, his jaw dropping slightly and he makes a confused face at the unfamiliar movement.  
  
Dean places a hand over Cas' lips. "I dunno, but you usually cover your mouth, you know?" Cas obviously doesn't because he stares at Dean's hand, his breath hot against it. The attempt of him speaking through Dean's palm ends with Cas mumbling something that sends vibrations up Dean's arm.  
  
Dean knows he should take his hand away, but the former angel's eyes are so wide and blue and fuck.  
  
With an effort he manages to turn around and beckon Cas to follow him. "Where are we going, Dean?" Dean wipes his hand on his pants that are suddenly tighter than they should be.  
  
"Bathroom."  
  
Castiel catches up with him and looks even more confused than he usually does. "Why?" "Because you're tired, and if you're tired you brush your teeth and go to bed. Little kids get to hear a bedtime story," Dean explains, trying to keep his voice as casual as possible.  
  
Considering it, Cas probably wouldn't even have noticed if Dean had been trying to flirt with him because, yeah, he's Cas.  
  
"I'm gonna go get you something to sleep in, alright? Just brush your teeth, yeah?" Dean says as they stop in front of the bathroom. He feels like he's talking to a small child.  
  
To a small child with moans that should be a deadly sin or at least officially illegal.  
  
Dean has a hard time deciding what he should offer Cas to wear. His boxer briefs seem a little too intimate, but he doesn't really have anything else. A stack of folded clothes is still on his bed, where Sam had put it after doing the laundry. It wouldn't have taken more than like 10 seconds to choose something, but Dean isn't too keen on getting back to Cas, really.  
  
He's afraid that if this guy moans one more time, he might not be able to contain himself.  
  
So Dean takes his time to pick a nice pair of boxers. Then, he rifles his drawers for a shirt Castiel could wear. Dean doesn't want to sacrifice one of his beloved band shirts, so he pulls out a plain black shirt that should fit Cas.  
  
When he gets back to the bathroom and Castiel, he doesn't believe his eyes.  
  
Castiel stands in front of the sink, on his toetips, and squirts toothpaste into his mouth, staring at his reflection in the mirror as if he was considering how much more would fit in. "Cas!" Dean shouts and rushes over to him, snatching the tube from Castiel's hands.  
  
"Dean, I wasn't done putting this white stuff in my mouth," Castiel complains.  
  
 _Godfuckingdammit.  
  
_ His voice sounds hoarse as he speaks again. "Yeah, Cas, I bet, but you don't do it like that."   
  
"Why not, Dean? I thought you'd put it in your mouth, like I just did and then swallow." Cas and his incredibly innocent dirty talk drive Dean crazy.   
  
"Cas, just - just brush your teeth, okay?" He hands him a toothbrush, a red one, and notices his hand shaking lightly. Cas doesn't quite get it at first, awkwardly trying to force his hand to move in a steady rhythm, but after a while he's able to brush his teeth. It's a mess, but he's doing okay.  
  
Saliva mixed with toothpaste dribbles down his chin and Castiel lowers his gaze to it, the toothbrush clamped between his lips. At this point, Dean doesn't even care if he's staring shamelessly at his best friend, he just can't take his eyes off Castiel. He also can't stop imagining Cas' lips wrapped around things other than just his toothbrush.  
  
 _Dean, stop, this is your fucking best friend.  
  
_ Castiel takes a look at the things Sam and Dean had stuffed into the small drawers of the shelf beneath the sink. "Dean, what's this?" he asks, holding a bottle of shaving foam up. "You put it on your face and then use a razor to shave yourself. C'mon you can't tell me you've never shaven, Cas."  
  
"I used to have my angelic powers, which have, as you know, vanished after my fall, Dean." Another drop falls from Cas' lips.  
  
"Cas, flush your mouth already," Dean demands, the sight of Castiel more than arousing. As much as he'd like to take the former angel just here and now, he'd have to wait until later.  
  
Hands are really shitty lays, though.  
  
"Dean, what is this?" Cas wants to know, curiously staring at something in his hand. Dean has to take a step towards his friend to take a look at it. He peers over Cas' shoulder and his breath falters.  
  
"That's a condom, Cas," he rasps.  
  
"Condom?"  
  
"Stop fucking saying that."  
  
Dean hisses as his zipper starts straining his slowly growing erection. "What is it for, Dean?" Cas asks, his eyes all wide and innocent.   
  
"Cas," Dean whispers.  
  
"Why are you whispering, Dean?" Castiel cocks his head to one side. "Remember the pizza man, Cas?"  
  
Immediately, Castiel's eyes sparkle and he starts smiling slightly. "Yes, Dean, I remember. He taught me many things." Dean wants to add something, but his gaze is drawn down to Cas' pants that look even tighter than his own now. "Great, Cas," Dean groans, the urge to  _take_ becoming more and more overwhelming, but somehow he can hold himself back.  
  
"Well, condoms are for things the pizza man would do, okay?"  
  
"I don't get it, Dean."  
  
"I'm gonna say it one time, Cas, one fucking time. You just grab the person you're interested in and kiss her, basically, and then  - Christ, it's for sex."  
  
"Grab the person?" Cas repeats slowly.  
  
"Yes, Cas."  
  
Castiel's arms shoot forward, clutching at Dean's shoulders and press him against the tiled wall. He closes the distance between them in no time and then his hands roam over Dean's body and his mouth is next to Dean's ear. "You know, Dean, since I lost my angelic powers I began to feel things." He presses a sloppy open mouthed kiss to the spot right underneath Dean's ear. "At first it were just things like hunger or pain." Another kiss. "But then -" Castiel pulls off to press his body against Dean's eagerly. "- there were other things, too."  
  
Dean, still utterly surprised and confused, can barely listen to Cas' words. His blood is rushing through his veins so loudly, he can hear it and his heartbeat makes his ribs hurt.  
  
"There was need, Dean, desperation and longing." Castiel claims Dean's lips with a brief, hard kiss. "Your image filled my mind with bliss." This would've been hot if Cas wouldn't talk like a living encyclopedia. "And your every touch made me get these."  
  
He lifts his arm up to a level with Dean's eyes, showing the hunter his goose bumps.  
  
"Cas," Dean breathes.  
  
Castiel spins them around and they crash rather cumsily against the opposite wall, knocking over the shelf. His hands find their way up Dean's shirt.  
  
"I didn't know what it was until very recently," Cas continues, his breath brushsing over Dean's neck.  
  
In a fluent movement, he lifts Dean up and sits him down on the washing machine, kissing him harder than before and tugging on his hair, a tingling feeling running over Dean's scalp. Dean looks surprised and cocks his eyebrows at Cas, almost approvingly. Castiel runs a hand through his hair and smiles small. "I also learned that from the pizza man."  
  
"Yeah? Did you learn anything else?" Dean teases and wraps his legs around Cas' waist, locking his ankles together.  
  
Cas seems to have completely forgotten about the bulge in his pants because the serious expression is back on his face. "Well, that might be possible. All in all I watched six or seven video tapes featuring him. Did you know that he's not always with the babysitter? They must have broken up, I suppose. Why would he cheat or her and let everyone know, that doesn't make sense, right, Dean?"  
  
Dean sighs, untangles his legs and pushes Castiel off slightly as he jumps off the washing machine. "Right."  
  
He's really confused. One second he thought Cas and him might hit it off, but now he wasn't sure at all anymore. Probably it was just one of the many weird habits Castiel had.   
  
"Dean? I'm sorry. Have any of my actions offended you?"  
  
He turns to explain that you don't start making out with someone,  _make someone hard,_ and then, all of a sudden, go back to causal conversation, but Sam bursts through the door.  
  
"You guys okay?"  
  
Dean and Castiel tilt their heads. "What?" Sam lets his eyes wander through the room and they linger on the shelf Cas had knocked over as he'd went all pizza man on Dean.  
  
"Guys?!"  
  
Castiel licks his lips slowly and Dean absently wipes his mouth. Sam looks increasingly shocked. "Dean? Cas? Did you, uh, just  _kiss?"_  
  
"What? No. Sam, please," Dean scoffs and hopes that Castiel would play along, but he just stares at Dean. He will also have to teach Castiel how to lie.  
  
"Oh my god," Sam mutters, already turning around and quickly rushing back to his laptop and soon they can hear the frantic klicking of keys.  
  
"I'm sorry, my intention wasn't to make you uncomfortable, Dean," he can hear Castiel say behind his back and he whips around. "Nevermind," Dean says gruffly and notices that, to his annoyance, he's still rock hard in his jeans and Castiel staring at him with these piercing eyes isn't going to help at all. Castiel must have figured that out himself because he pulls Dean in again and mumbles, "Dean," against his ear.  
  
The following shiver running down Dean's spine makes his hips jerk forward.  
  
A small, strangled cry leaves Cas' mouth before he can oppress it and he whimpers as Dean shoves his thigh between Cas' legs. "I was wrong about being human, Dean," Castiel chokes out, his hips rocking against Dean's leg.  
  
"As an angel I was rather impassible, or uncaring as some would describe it, but now, I'm being defeated by-" A well-directed thrust of Dean's pelvis makes him gasp for air and his face turns red as he struggles to catch enough breath to get out the last word, "- hedonism."  
  
"Christ, Cas, shut up," Dean groans and smashes their lips back together. Castiel doesn't really seem to dislike this way of being silenced.  
  
The kiss is awkward.  
  
Castiel lets his arms hang limp at his sides, just pressing himself tighter against Dean, who holds Cas' face in place as he tries to pull away and sucks on his bottom lip.  
  
"Dean," Castiel mumbles, but Dean can't stop, not again. One hand resting on the small of Cas' back, he presses him against his chest, his other hand cradling his head. "Dean." This time it's more urgent, even though it was just a whisper.  
  
Breathing hard, Dean pulls away and rests his forehead on Cas'.  
  
"What, Cas?" Castiel hasn't stopped grinding against Dean's thigh and his hips move faster and faster and then Cas' face is tensing. A look of confusion, fear and lust appears on his face and Dean brings some space between them, Cas' hips uselessly thrusting and searching greedily for friction.  
  
"Cas."  
  
"Fuck, Dean," the former Angel growls and digs his fingers into Dean's waist. Dean doesn't know what surprises him more: The tight grip Castiel has or the fact that he'd just sworn.  
  
"Dean, please. This is quite an inconvenience," Castiel presses out and withdraws one hand from Dean's body to press it against his crotch, frantically grinding against his palm. It's enough to distract him for a while, but not enough to send him flying high over the edge.  
  
But Dean has already unlocked the door and tells Castiel to go to his room as casually as possible and not to look at Sam. It was bound to fail from the start.  
  
Just as Castiel is out the door, Sam calls for him and Cas sends Dean a look full of panic. "Cas, you naked or what?" Sam scoffs and then there's the scraping of chair legs on ground. "Yes!" Castiel exclaims, his voice a little high-pitched and shaking, but only Dean notices that.  
  
"Ew, alright, alright."  
  
Dean watches Cas' so totally not naked - yet - back disappear as he makes his way to Dean's room. And as Dean follows Castiel, he feels 15 again, bootlegging his first girlfriend to his room.   
  
Castiel is a fucking tease.   
  
He kneels on Dean's bed, his trenchcoat, shirt and tie laying on the ground and his naked chest a glorious view. His hands are clasped behind his back and Dean believes to see a small smirk run over his slightly swollen lips.   
  
"God, Cas," Dean mutters, quickly closing the distance between them and within seconds he's hovering over Castiel, who actually blushes.  
  
This son of a bitch is fucking  _blushing.  
  
_ "Dean, would you please release-"  
  
Castiel has Dean at release and he leans down, his lips tasting Cas' skin. As he finds his sweet spot on his neck, Castiel writhes underneath Dean, his hips pushing up to meet Dean's, but Dean moves back. Castiel groans in frustration, glaring up angrily at the hunter.  
  
Then, just as Dean is willing to give Cas what he needs and to save his fantasies for another time, Castiel flips them over, straddling Dean's waist and something changes.  
  
His hips start rocking slowly,  _agonisingly_ slow, and hard against Dean's erection. Dean reaches up to place his hands on Cas' waist, but the former angel pushes his hands away, setting up an unpredictable rhythm of moving and not moving.  
  
Soon it's Dean squirming and panting on his back and he feels degraded somehow. He's always expected Cas to be all submissive, but maybe that was because he was an angel of the lord, serving the heavenly garrison and because he was used to following orders.  
  
Dean can't follow that train of throught to the end because Castiel decides to take Dean's pants off.  
  
For someone claiming to be a virgin, Castiel seems a little too used to this action and a little too confident in the way his fingers rubs circles on Dean's hipbones.  
  
"Cas, please, stop teasing," Dean says, his voice reduced to a faint whisper.   
  
"I don't think so, Dean," Castiel grins and punctuates each word with a push of his hips. Dean wrestles with his pride for a second, then whimpers, "Cas, I really don't want to come in my fucking boxers."  
  
That draws a laugh from Castiel and he stops grinding against Dean, but keeps sitting on his waist. Then, the confused expression returns. "Dean, what do I do?"  
  
 _Are you fucking kidding me.  
  
_ As much as Dean wishes he wouldn't have to say this, he forces out the only thought on his mind right now. "Fuck me, Cas."  
  
Castiel stiffens at the gravelly voice, sounding so soft and exhausted in that very moment.   
  
Something inside Castiel changes again and he goes back to pizza-man-Cas. He leans down, his face hovering mere inches above Dean's heaving chest, and flicks his tongue gently against Dean's nipple.  
  
The other man hisses and says something along the line of "just don't stop, Cas" and presses a flat palm against the mattress. Castiel takes his dear time teasing the hunter.  
  
While paying attention to Dean's nipples, he somehow manages to slip one hand down Dean's boxers and it stays unnoticed until he gently presses the pad of his thumb against the slit, that's already leaking a bit of precome. "Cas," Dean pants out, thrusting his hips up eagerly.   
  
"No, Dean. I have done some research, and it's important to-"  
  
Dean cuts him off by stretching up and kissing him harshly. Castiel responds immediately; his hands push Dean's legs up and apart, his boxers tautening over the curve of his ass. Breathing shallowly, Dean scrambles to pull off his own boxer briefs, Castiel's lips mouthing at his nipples again.   
  
"Cas, please, please...Cas...Cas," Dean pleads.  
  
The former angel grinds his hips down against Dean's, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against Dean's cock. Whimpering, Dean spreads his legs wider.  
  
 _At least bowlegs are good for something.  
  
_ "Cas, nightstand," he moans as Castiel trails a finger down to Dean's entrance. In an instant, the puzzled expression is back on Cas' face. "I'm not certain if I understand, Dean, do you want to do this on the nightstand rather than the bed?"  
  
"Lube, Cas, just get the - ah - fucking lube!"  
  
Castiel obeys - Dean obviously had been right about his assumption that Castiel was used to taking orders - and within seconds the first finger breaches Dean's hole. A sudden jolt of pleasure sparks through him and he shudders, his eyelids fluttering close. Castiel's motions are slightly clumsy, but Dean really could care less, especially when two fingers find his prostate.  
  
Rocking back against Cas' fingers, he growls, "Harder."  
  
Again, Castiel obeys. His fingers speed up and then there's three, no, shit,  _four,_ inside of Dean, lubeslick and stretching him out and almost too much to take. A wave of swearwords falls from Dean's mouth and his body convulses, he clenches tightly around Cas' fingers, his fingers finding their way in Cas' hair.  
  
Cas lets out a startled gasp as Dean tugs on his hair, pulling him down. "Cas, just please, fuck - _oh shit_ \- me."  
  
Dean notices Cas' fingers are shaking as he reaches down to take his pants off with his free hand, and he kisses the former angel reassuringly, which is quite a hard thing to do considering the four fingers prodding his prostate.   
  
Finally, Cas manages to undress completely, he even lubes himself up without Dean having to tell him to do so, and he sucks on Dean's neck while pulling his fingers out just a little too quickly.  
  
Dean widens his eyes at the sudden feeling of emptiness, his hole clenching around nothing.  
  
But then Castiel is already pushing in and Dean sighs softly, laying back and just taking everything he's given. He savors the small gasping sounds Cas makes in the back of his throat, cherishes the way Castiel bites his lip as he pushes his hip slowly forward and absolutely loves the other man's eyes, pupils lust-blown.  
  
Dean never really liked bottoming if he was completely honest, but here, now, with Cas it's just right.   
  
Something feels weird, but Dean can't quite tell what, so he focusses on the shallow thrusts Cas started making. Slowly, Dean opens his eyes and, holy fuck, he's never seen Cas like this.  
  
Castiel, who's always looking at everyone with this straight face, barely ever showing any emotions and stiff as a poker, claws the sheets right beneath Dean's head and moans, his face tensing in ecstasy. "Dean," he gasps out and thrusts harder, angling his hips slightly.  
  
The next thrust nails Dean's prostate  _hard_ and the hunter chokes out a moan, holding onto Cas' shoulders for dear life as Castiel's cock brushes the small bundle of nerves over and over again. And when Cas leans down to kiss Dean, his lips pressing messy wet kisses to Dean's lips and neck, Dean's cock is caught between both their stomachs. Breaking apart from the kiss, Dean throws his head back, hips stuttering and he guides one of Cas' hands to his aching erection. "Please, Cas." Castiel moves his hand in time with his thrusts, still hitting Dean's sweet spot and Dean can feel his orgasm build deep down in his groin. The familiar wave of heat rushes through him, blinding him for several seconds and Castiel's voice gasping his name is the last thing it takes to push Dean over the edge.  
  
He floats on a flush of rapture, watching Castiel through a blurry view.  
  
 _Are those tears? Am I fucking crying?!  
  
_ Castiel finds his release not long after and while his body is shuddering from the intensity of his orgasm, Dean soothes him with his hands and lips as he feels Castiel's load filling him up.  
  
 _Wait. What.  
  
_ As soon as Castiel's breath is at least halfway steady, Dean addresses the former angel.  
  
"Cas, didn't you wear the fucking condom?" His voice is shaking and Dean is pretty sure he's blushing. Castiel tilts his head slightly to the right as he pulls out. "No, Dean."  
  
Dean grits his teeth and narrows his eyes. "Why the hell, man? I told you they were for sex. Christ, you usually  _do_ use protection during...well, intercourse."  
  
Castiel only furrows his brows at that. "But, Dean, you know I still have my angel blade," he objects sternly.  
  
"Oh, Cas."  
  
  
  
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  



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